partings

A little while with grief and laughter And then the day will close The shadows gather . . . what comes after No man knows.

Departure should be sudden.

The joys of meeting pay the pangs of absence else who could bear it?

Visits always give pleasure - if not the arrival the departure.

Goodnight! Goodnight! Parting is such sweet sorrow That I shall say goodnight 'til it be morrow.

There's a kind of release And a kind of torment in every goodbye for every man.

Man's feelings are always purest and most glowing in the hour of meeting and of farewell.

Parting is all we know of heaven and all we need of hell.

A feeling of sadness and longing that is not akin to pain and resembles sorrow only as the mist resembles the rain.

We only part to meet again.